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Everyone at Hogwarts thinks they know the Marauders. They think Sirius Black is reckless charm wrapped in leather and defiance. They think Remus Lupin is quiet intellect, scarred and soft-spoken. But no one sees what happens behind enchanted curtains, when the full moon rises and the world holds its breath.
And no one sees her.
Elara Thorne-half-Veela, wholly cursed. A seventh-year Ravenclaw with hands made of ink and shadows, eyes that seem to read souls instead of spells. She came to Hogwarts late, after something went terribly wrong at Durmstrang. Rumors follow her like smoke: she kissed a boy who went mad. She hexed a professor. She's dangerous.
But Sirius is drawn to her chaos like a match to oil. Remus is pulled by something deeper-something ancient and primal.
And Elara? She feels like her soul was split in two the second she saw them.
Their bond isn't normal. It isn't gentle. It's magical-a triad shaped by fate, sealed under the blood moon with magic older than the Founders. It means their souls are tethered. Their magic thrums in sync. Their pleasure, pain, rage-it's shared.
But nothing that beautiful comes without a price.
The war is coming. The Marauders are beginning to fracture. And Elara's past is catching up-dragging secrets, betrayal, and a prophecy written in a dead language only she can read.
Together, they could change the course of the war. But if they fall apart?
They'll burn the whole world down with them.